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What a day yesterday was. Aurora the Arcanine had always thought of their jungle home as a greater danger than the movers said it was, and now that she had been there for a night, she knew those fears were real. It was a home they had recently moved to, and now she knew why it was so cheap.

The night before, she and her son Brunce had been out for hours sorting out a myriad of shopping necessities. They found out the hard way that they were quite a way away from civilization, so lengthy shopping trips like that one would become a thing if she didn't figure out a solution.

That would've been fine was she not a far less fit than the 'norm' of her species. Well that's not to say that she wasn't fit, she was 'fit' in her own way. Aurora was an athro-Arcanine with enough curves to make a male in heat spring in her direction from miles away. They were meaty, juicy curves, complimented by her patterned fur. Her Chubby belly was adorned by black fur that let her deep naval stand out, while her breasts were clothed in fluffy orange fur that hid only her nipples, not the fact that her breast size could make a professional model jealous.

Her ass was nothing to shake a stick at, either. If you could turn away from that hunk of a stomach, your eyes would be drawn to those soft, bubbly buns of hers underneath the flab rolls of her back. All of it was patterned with the iconic black stripes of an Arcanine, while the fiery flow of blonde fur that made up her tail sat right where it needed to be, in between those ass cheeks. She also had this fiery fur around her ankles, wrists, and acting as a mane, her beautiful look perfected by long, styled, blonde hair from her head.

When looking for a new residence, she needed it to be close to necessities so that she wouldn't have to walk far and could retain this 'bbw' look. When she was offered the new place, she was promised that she wouldn't have to go far to do her shopping and other necessities. But in reality, their new home was at the end of a mystery dungeon in the jungle, and there were no safe routes through or around it that could make travelling to the nearest city any easier.

Now she and her son Brunce could defend themselves, so getting through the dungeon was fine. But she was still furious. Furious because they lacked food and some few other basic needs yesterday and had to scavenge the dungeon to find some. They both harvested some berries that neither had seen before and that kept them going during their trip through the dungeon and back, but then it rained and everything went haywire.

Right now she was still lamenting that her life was in this state. She was sat on a kitchen stool looking out at the rain as it pounded the mossy, rust covered window, shivering at the heavy wind that rumbled. With a loud groan of displeasure, she leaned back and reached for a notepad she had on the side.

"Just do it, Aurora. The sooner you give them a piece of your mind, the better," she said to herself, slapping that notepad on the table. Her other hand reached for a pen, and she got right to work in furiously scribbling a letter. "And you're going to know just how happy I am with this place, you sly bastards."

She barely got started when her writing began to stutter, white patches in between the lettering. She flicked her pen several times and even scrawled all over the page, but it was no use. "Out of ink. Stupid pen."

She bothered to stand up to search for a replacement now, but there wasn't any there. In fact, her spare pages for note taking were out, too. Thinking about it, she hadn't fully unpacked yet due to being in a rush to scavenge for those berries. "Guess it's time to unpack first, then the letter."

At least their new home had an upstairs and a working bathroom. The way the walls were as well, the house was quiet. If there were neighbours or hooligans outside, you couldn't hear them without the windows open. If Brunce had his games console on loud, she wouldn't hear him without the door open. Appreciating that she'd had that peace and quiet to lament her actions, she was surprised to reach upstairs and just about make out a stifled moan. She could have sworn that it was a moan of someone mating, but it seemed to vanish, so it was probably her imagination. She was tired, after all.

Carrying on to her room at the end of the hall, she entered and then immediately palmed her face. Boxes and boxes of stuff to sort out. Yeah, not today.

With sigh of disdain, she decided it probably wasn't worth unpacking everything if they were going to find a new home again soon. She assured herself it wasn't her laziness and made for her spare paper and writing stuff, and then stuffed everything else away and made her way back downstairs.

But as soon as she stepped out, there it was again. The moan and whine of a pleasured young man, just about vibrating down the hallway and able to be heard. "Brunce," she said to herself, realising.

He was probably having one of those boy phases. All boys had them, after all. She giggled at the thought, deciding to sneak up to his bedroom door to lean on it. But the sound wasn't coming from there. Raising an eyebrow, she dared to look in, only to find the young anthro-Growlithe wasn't there at all. But most of his stuff had been unpacked, which earnt a groan of bother from her.

But where was he, then? She shut his door and started listening more intently, able to hear his moans much more clearly. Not even because she was focusing, but because he was actually getting louder, sounding like he was losing control of holding on. She took a few steps to follow her senses, and then realised it was coming from the upstairs bathroom.

"Not the bathroom- you little monster!" she coughed, walking quickly. If he blew his spunk anywhere unsanitary, she would have to have a word with him. And so she barged into the bathroom, expecting to embarrass him with during his inexperienced attempts at topping himself off, only to come face to face with the last thing she expected.

Her son Brunce wasn't far away from Aurora when it came to appearance. Being a Growlithe, he was shorter than her and he wasn't exactly a 'bear' with his belly size, but he was a chub with a few extra pounds packed into his curves. Otherwise, he shared his mother's fiery fur and well-groomed black stripes, only his tummy was covered in cream coloured fur and his blonde hair wasn't nearly long or styled. Given a few years to grow and an afternoon of maintenance, he could look as attractive as she did.

But right now, Brunce was in a state that she couldn't even begin to explain. The boy was arched back a bit, tensed up hard and drenched in sweat. He was sat on the toilet, practically diving in butt-first as if he had been trying for the longest time to let out the hardest log. His face was strained to back that up, but it also looked more like that was because he was in pain.

His head was at the height of Aurora's gawking jaw, both thanks to the toilet seat giving him a small boost, but also because his stomach seemed to have expanded far beyond normal lengths. His belly was taut, rounded, weighty, and so wide and large that Brunce couldn't fit his hands all around it. Stretch marks lined the fur to the sides of his tummy, somewhat discoloured - if Aurora knew any better, it was clear that whatever was filling him up like that, he was about to burst with it.

But her eyes were mostly drawn to his monstrosity of a dick that loomed out at dozens of times its natural size, beyond hard and twitching with need. There was an obvious attempt to keep it in the actual toilet, but that wasn't going anywhere near it, even if he was to stand up and try to aim. His dick was huge, and it had enough meat and weight to hold up that yoga ball of a stomach he had. His balls had also grown in kind, becoming massive sacks that hung on the floor like saggy bags overfilled with liquid.

"B-Brunce," Aurora staggered, dazed for a moment. He kept moaning, visibly straining as he continued to try and dump out the contents of his bloating tummy. When his moans resulted in a high-pitched yelp, she shook herself off and focused. "Brunce, what's wrong? Talk to me, tell me what's wrong!"

"I-I c-can't... ooooh, I gotta goo," the Growlithe whined, swirling his head around to resist the discomfort. "I c-can't... it won't c-come out..."

"But your dick," Aurora mumbled, shifting back a bit.

This was the oddest case of constipation if she had ever seen one. Was it that he couldn't pee, or would he just be saved upon letting out his dump? Either way, she knew she had the meds and procedures for this. She just had to get him to drink some water, as tough as that sounded, and swallow some tablets that helped to break down hard faeces. She'd have one heck of a bathroom mess to deal with afterwards, but at least her son would be out of this... state.

She was still confused and shocked, though. If he needed to go but couldn't, why in the world were his balls so engorged? How did his member grow to such an attractive state? And why did his belly grow like that, as if he was being filled to the brim with liquid? He could at least pass wind with his attempts, but even that wasn't stinking out the restroom right now. Instead it was--

That smell. The realisation hit Aurora like a truck. The reason she hadn't moved yet was because that musk had implanted itself into her brain before she had even registered it. It was intoxicating, it was addictive, it was... sexy, and it was coming from that hunk of a dick staring her in the face. It glistened and twitched with need, as if calling her. Her paws instinctively cupped themselves, performing teasing and stroking motions in sync with those twitches.

Good gods, she needed that thing in her. The musk it released must've filled the whole bathroom, because all she could think about now was having that oversized rod stuff and rut her silly. It may have been her son's, but she didn't care. It demanded her presence, and in turn, her body demanded it. She could barely see after a few moments, as if that musk was shrouding everything except what she felt she needed: to gag on that monstrous cock and fondle those balls until she was drowning in semen.

That idea kicked her out of control. She knelt down; hypnotism evident in her eyes. Walking on her knees, she cupped her paws and bowed to Brunce's cock, shuddering that she was so close to it. She was so close to it that she could feel the warmth of the blood keeping it so stiff and hard. Brunce continued to moan and squirm a bit, but that was just background noise to her, now.

"Let me just help us out a bit, first," Aurora said on a shuddering breath. She huffed out loud, making sure that her breath came out in the lightest Heat Wave attacks to smoke that cock, warming it up all the more so that it suited her tastes. It twitched in response, flicking up while the tip let out the tiniest drop of clear moisture.

Then she couldn't take it anymore. She hugged his member tightly, giving it a great big lick from as far down from the base as she could. She moaned and hummed, fondling it to smear her saliva and the light precum all over the surface. It didn't take long for her to stop that, getting right to suckling down on the head.

Oh it was just as heavenly as her mind had imagined. All that soft, thick, sexy meat barely fit into her maw, and it tasted oh so manly. She didn't need to close her mouth, just letting her tongue dance all around the sensitive spots of the cock head while her fangs teased and urged as far up and down as they could go. It was a blowjob trick she used only on the men she really liked, and it pushed them beyond their limits every time.

Brunce was inexperienced, so of course it worked more than perfectly on him. While her tongue eased out every dollop of precum by massaging the gland and all around that, her teeth sparked his sensations to the maximum, digging in just deep enough to earn yelps and heavy cries of pleasure. Every time Brunce let out a breath, a thick, gloopy splodge of clear cum fired out directly onto Aurora's tongue, which she happily let fill her maw. Once again, he was far too big for her to be able to seal her mouth around him, so that heated pre would eventually slosh back out and smother his oversized member in heated juices. At the same time, her movements and the gradual greasing caused by her blowjob was letting her slide further, ever further down that cock, and soon enough, he was deep enough in her mouth to feel the very movements of her throat swallowing what of his juices she needed to.

And she revelled in that feeling, wanting to drag it out as much as she could. It felt so damn good. Her paws tightened around the length of his member and desperately stroked, wanting to push it until it was literally fucking her throat. She was letting out muffled moans loud enough to be heard from downstairs, and her eyes rolled back, mindlessly pulling and masturbating his dick, managing to get far enough that her cheeks were bloating out from all the precum stored within. She took a few loud gulps of it, yet it still drooled around her lips, but each convulsion of her throat jolted Brunce's pleasure and resulted in another strained grunt.

As for the Growlithe, he was lost in his own world of sensations totally new to him. A jarringly combined mixture of arousal, drowning in pleasure, and the strained pressure and pulses of his need to relieve. His eyes were shut tight and his arms were now jerking with a spasm, trying to grab or sooth all the parts of his body that were registering intense need or discomfort, if he even knew what or where they were. All he could tell for certain was that his mother with giving him the best sucking off his mind could've imagined, and he wanted to grab her head to pound her face all the same. But he couldn't reach, his oversized groaning gut was in the way. In fact, he couldn't even reach the head of his cock, anyway. It was way too big and long.

"M-mooom," Brunce eventually groaned out loud. His whole body rumbled, giving a warning of some sort.

Aurora didn't even know how long she was going at it for, but without her realising it, she must have gotten knotted to that giant dick. Her mouth was filled with it, and whatever wasn't was stuffed with precum. She actually couldn't close her mouth now; it was that full. In the brief moment she realised that upon hearing her son's voice, her eyes opened and her movements slowed, but then she went right back to stroking and sucking him off, moaning and licking him all over contently. He was probably going to warn her about his want to finish, and she wanted to take every last drop of it.

But that wasn't quite it. Brunce's natural instincts had kicked him focus the tiniest bit - he needed to pee more than he ever needed to before, and his release was imminent. Whatever magic Aurora had worked with her blowjob, it had loosened his bladder enough to help him release, but if she didn't stop sucking, she might literally suck the piss out of him. There was a naughty thought in the back of his mind that told him just how hot that sounded, that he would love to do that and go all the way with it.

In fact, he wanted to. He could tell, he wanted to urinate right down that needy maw of hers. He still held it in, because it just felt so hot to do that. His bladder was so close to bursting that it hurt to tense up and hold like this, so much so that his moans and whines were becoming far louder and frequent. And Aurora's only response was to suck harder, to get wilder and needier with her movements. She was ordering him to release into her mouth, literally using her tongue to tease open his urethra and push the strongest sensations yet.

At that, a huge spike flew across Brunce's body, sending him rocking into an orgasm of sorts. His head whipped back hard against the toilet seat, his eyes rolled back, he let out a grunt so low that it sounded as if a heavy breath escaped him, and his body tensed up, gripping and squeezing against anything. Lost in the peak of pleasure, the dam finally let loose, and with so much force that it was almost painful.

There was so much pee to let out, Aurora was caught by surprise. She was used to taking big loads from big boys who could fill her stomach, but with the level of Brunce's constipation, the force at which it all came out could've blown her right off his member if she wasn't knotted to it. A powerful gush of raw, pure, dark gold piss fired straight to the back of her mouth like a hose, splashing all around to plump out her cheeks in just about a second. It kept going, filling out and expanding her cheeks until she felt like they were going to pop, forcing her to swallow whether she wanted to or not.

Seconds later, the only sounds coming from the bathroom were Brunce's shuddering sighs of relief, his powerful stream of urine, and Aurora's heavy, continuous gulps. Even with her efforts to swallow it all down as quickly as possible, her cheeks were still overfilled, and the moment she took in the biggest load she could, the next gallon of urine was ready and waiting for her. It didn't matter how it tasted or how there was as much as there was, she would either drown from his pee or have to take it all in as she was now.

As much as Aurora was prepared for this, even she was surprised by how far her limits were being pushed. She found herself drinking like this for upwards of a minute, and all the time, she couldn't move her mouth at all. Not that she wanted to, either - the musk was still strong, and she was enjoying the feeling of being filled like this so much that she was sure she was cumming, too. She felt wet down there, gurgling and mumbling a bit. The more of that hot, strong tasting pee gushed into her stomach and pooled up inside her, the better she felt, no matter how much of it she got. She had never actually tried sexual watersports before, if this came under the act of it. But now that she was here, she could tell why some Pokémon loved it so much. The mere thought of the boy's wasteful fluids being fed to her like this, like she was his toilet, the thought drove her mind to new heights.

She didn't even care how much she was drinking or what it'd do to her. Her tummy was full to the brim, yet Brunce was still whining and pissing, and she was still drinking it all without protest or attempt to escape. A paw instinctively stopped stroking him and went to her stomach, reaching it far quicker and easier than she expected. She could press into her stomach like it was a water balloon, squashing her paw into it to feel it slosh and jiggle a bit with her movements. She shuddered from pleasure and intensity, beginning to get more playful with her paws. She used both to jiggle her stomach, and although she couldn't see it, the thought of her beautiful fat rolls becoming rounder, fatter, and wiggling like weighty jelly turned her on, even more so because of what she knew was filling her up like this.

Moments later however, her belly began to squash around her paws, pushing them further and further away. She looked down as best she could, but she could no longer see anything except her breasts. They normally obscured her view unless she bent down, but the extent that they blocked her view now, it was as if her belly was beginning to push them out further than usual.

And they were. She was starting to get overfilled, even though she wasn't struggling to swallow or leaking any of the piss. She couldn't keep her stomach pressed down anymore because there was so much pee filling it that it was pushing her arms and paws apart. She could feel the base of her gut sagging down with increased weight, helping to keep her knelt forward as it pushed against the floor, growing wider and wider as it needed more room to expand. It made room where it needed to, pushing her legs apart, squeezing in between them, even beginning to lift her higher off the ground. And all to maintain one round, blobby shape, just like Brunce's stomach.

Speaking of Bruce, he was in little better a position. Even though he was relieving himself, the main source of his problem, the mess he couldn't let out in his stomach, was beginning to build up again. His stomach groaned and gurgled loudly, to which he squirmed and rubbed it. Seconds later, it sounded like he was relieving there too, letting out a mountain of mess from his behind.

But he wasn't letting out at all. The sounds of diarrhoea were rumbling and growling within his tummy, and it was starting to overfill with it at the same rate as Aurora blew up. You could hear his belly groaning as it stretched, growing wider, taller, rounder, tauter, and squashing aside everything in its way in order to make room for more growing. And all the time, Brunce was squeaking and crying out with pleasured breaths, able to do nothing but rub what of his body he could in order to try and contain all of his mixed sensations.

With the two fire types growing with unsanitary fluids, their positions didn't change. Brunce's expanding gut and stomach pushed his member higher and further, while Aurora's tummy rose her so far off the ground that her feet and arms couldn't reach, but it did keep her level with that hose of a dick to keep her well-fed. Moments later, the bathroom utensils, cupboards and other things started to get pushed aside, clanging on the floor before disappearing under their combined fat. The toilet even collapsed under Brunce's weight, but neither gave a care in the world, lost in pleasure.

Only when their bellies and bodies began to squeeze against one another did Aurora take notice of their predicament. They were both filling up, their bellies groaning and straining, unable to hold more. Yet she kept drinking, eyes clenched shut as her balloon of a stomach pushed itself against the bathroom walls, sloshing and blobbing its way out the only exit, only to obscure even that with its continual growth.

Poor Brunce was stuck on a more enclosed side of the room, his head pressed against the ceiling as his belly competed with Aurora's to try and make room. It did have a window to squeeze out of, but he had so little space and was so taut that he was beginning to strain, his belly creaking and groaning like a balloon on the verge of bursting.

Aurora was no better on that front. Even though she was the bigger Pokémon, she had long since hit her comfortable limit a long time ago, yet she happily drunk from that never-ending hose of urine, happily knotted to it. Her paws couldn't move, but they did their best to try and squish down her belly as much as they could, in some kind of effort to shrink that balloon of a stomach to a containable size. It was no use - it creaked with danger, veins and discolouring appearing all over both their bellies as their bodies could accept no more. And then came a sudden spike in feeling, a single moment that told them both what was about to happen. Brunce let out a whine while Aurora shut her eyes and braced, and then the duo burst like the balloons they were.

In a flash, a low, heavy 'bang' sounded out, followed by a heavy wave of pure urine, flooding the bathroom from top to bottom. Of course, with the window and door open, it all streamed out like a deep river flooding a pool. The colour of the urine was made darker as it was laced with Brunce's mess that he couldn't let out, logs and mushy pebbles of faeces alike, all melded and mixed to make the smelliest, messiest, stream of waste fluid imaginable.

As for Brunce and Aurora, the two were now in a void, and would be absent from their home for a while. They were still able to feel the aftermath of their pleasurable act however, and had felt every last bit of the peak of it, too. For Brunce, it had knocked him out, drowning him in afterglow that rendered him unconscious and sound asleep like a baby, floating in that void. He was already resting his head on both hands, while his legs tucked up close to him.

For Aurora however, the afterglow had taken away most of her energy. But she was a pro at this, so that was all it did. She was still there and awake, regaining her breath to try and relax. She carefully brought Brunce closer and cradled him, deciding to relax with him.

She didn't regret this. She knew they'd both regenerate. She just wondered how long it'd take for them to come back. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long; she still had that note to write, and with all the piss that surely waterlogged everything, she'd want to get cleaning as soon as possible.

Thinking about that, she hugged her son closer to her chest, taking note that she felt a bit... squishier than she expected. She pulled him away a little bit and looked down at herself, finding that her belly was a lot rounder and flabby, but not in a way that made her appear overweight. She shook, and her rolls jiggled with several arousing waves of wobbling. Had she gained some kind of weight and fat from all that piss drinking? Either way, her body was a lot hotter than before, and she'd be having a lot of fun with thus new stomach of hers.

"You know what? Maybe there is no rush," Aurora thought to herself, hugging Brunce again. She could leave everything smelly and wet, and that'd teach the movers to actually give them a decent home like she asked for in the first place.

And maybe on the way out, grab more of those berries they ate. This was definitely something she'd be doing again, whether it was with Brunce or some other man. Hopefully it'd be with Brunce, though. Thinking on that, she slyly moved one paw down to his private parts, giving them a feel.

Her eyes widened as she was surprised by his size once again. She reached the tip of his hardened rod much quicker than anticipated, and glanced down at it. It wasn't the monstrous, oversized thing that she'd been sucking on for the past how long, but boy, her son was going to be a champ in bed with that thing. It was natural, clocking in at more than enough inches to satisfy her as she was now.

Knowing her son was this hung, their evenings might be a bit more exciting from here on.